Her long slender back turned to the crowd
while a single guitar starts to the left.
A slow beating reminder of that afternoon
as Jimmy’s fingers slide across its silver strings.
They been playin’ for nearly five years
and sang the same song a thousand times.
A favorite among the local patron
looking to drink away their troubles.
Carla’s voice sweeter than honey
after an honest day out there –
Workin’ for dollars and dimes
to pay the rich man’s dues.
A red vision in blue smoke
singin’ the Blues til morning.
One more sad song in Harlem
where the blues bleed til they’re dry.
Carla singin’ her story one song at a time.
This one about another forbidden love,
stolen kisses in the afternoon,
and a pretty wife waitin’ at home.
The same old song and dance.
One more learnin’ to sing the blues –
Drinkin’ her troubles away before five.
One more soul wonderin’ why.
One more soul wonderin’ where it all went wrong.
©Brenda Baker 2017